Tom: E major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Dm
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I keep a strap on my lap
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'Cause niggas jack day and night
G
One slip and that's your life
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It's the nine- trey, niggas die everyday
Bb
G
So pack your AK if
you wanna be safe
Am
F
'Cause ain't no police gon'
G
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When they pull the Glock, point and pull it
G
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And try to tear my ass in half
Bb
I'd rather reach for my stash
from they ski masks
Am
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But that's my 'pinion
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'Cause where I'm from,
Gm
Dm
young niggas be sendin'
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Mothafuckas to they gravesite
Bb
It's do or die in my hood,
Gm
black niggas don't live twice
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So I stay AWOL from the po- po's
Am
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'Cause if you don't outsmart 'em,
you a don't- know
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And the don't- know's up shit creek,
G
Headphones bobbin' with the
So to stay from that crowd
Am
G
I take the backstreets sideways,
that route
Hoes snitchin' and shit
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Bb
Tryna bring a nigga down from his riches
G
Now here's a shot to them punk bitches
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That's why I get sideways all day
Am
G
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On a ho, up and down the stroll
So suck a diggity- dick and hum
on my left niggity- nut
Bb
Gm
G
As we get four deep and strut
F
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Mobbin' on silk with the pinstripe
G
Go straight- lace Daytons, and they
wrap tight
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With the vogues, the dick has rose
Bb
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So bow down to AWOL as we bogart,
throwin' elbows
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G's strike through your backstreet
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Creep on your ass with the MAC,
G
play called "Get Even"
Bb
Gm
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With Steven, now who's leavin'?
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The town soon from a sonic boom
Bb
Gm
When they pull the strap down and
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It's just another gangsta tale
Am
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As I bail through the streets with my gauge
'Cause if you cross me, I play for G
Am
G
And stickin' to the strip
means rest in peace
Dm
F
It's a mandatory thang to retaliate
Am
And in the hood, we break
F
So back back like an eight- leg
Am
G
As I creep through the streets, nigga
Gm
Dm
'Cause I play for G
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From day one, do or die, Garden
Verse 2
Dm
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Niggas die everyday in the nine
cuzzay, mayne
Am
Gotta pack some heat 'cause if a
G
mothafucka ain't strapped
Am
To protect or serve for what's his
F
He finna get tore up and burnt
by the heatmonster
Bb
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I guess you'll feel me
Verse 3
While I play for G
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See, I ain't no punk about my mail
Am
Gm
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Without clientele, get the Glock and bail
Dm
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Through your hood,
niggas up to no good
Bb
G
Garden Blocc on the creep, four
Gotta put punks in check
Am
G
As I creep through your room and wrap the
Am
Dm
wire- wire 'round your neck
F
Niggas ain't the only ones that die
Bb
Gm
Real gangstas funk
G
Dm
with the one- times
F
Gotta get the beef off they chest
Am
G
'Cause they always try to jack
Dm
and pull a Smith & Wess'
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To a nigga's head and leave 'em dead
Bb
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But the police is better off dead than me
it and keeps a strap
Am
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Between my lap, and if they trip,
I'm bustin' caps
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Rather smoke the police than have
'em smoke me
Bb
'Cause that shit with Rodney
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So to survive, it's like do or die
Dm
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For them high- speed chases,
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G
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And for the quick to get places
Bb
Task, four deep in the back
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Gm
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Am I pullin' over? Fuck that
Dm
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And it's they fault that niggas
Bb
smash off on they punk ass
Gm
G
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And make the hundred- yard dash
Takin' advantage of blacks
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when they ain't got straps
G
But Bo'll put the whelp on your back
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And jump back in the drop for the high speed,
Gm
Am
'Cause I play for G
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Yeah, nigga, just like tag, you
Verse 4
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Dm
Stay in your rearview mirror
F
'Cause if you sittin' on gold
thangs and slippin'
Am
That's just an invitation to take
G
what's yours and make mines
Am
F
That's how we gon' go out, you
know what I'm sayin'?
Am
F
G
Stick to the mothafuckin' strip, mayne
Dm
F
Play for G, be real about yours
Outro 1
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